Qianjin Zhenjun summoned the dharma image and merged with himself.
Qianjin Zhenjun slapped his right hand towards the void, and a big golden hand that lifted up to the sky appeared out of thin air, and hit the golden light curtain.
Tens of thousands of golden blades headed straight for the golden light curtain with great momentum.
Wang Qingshan held the Nanming Lihuo sword in his hand, flicked his wrist lightly, and a red light of the Qingtian sword swept out
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